how beautiful, her eyes, as she walked unto me;
it is not yet the last day of spring.
the orchid screams
so benevolent. so
violent
it is not yet the last
day of spring.
scream for catharsis
scream for closure
sing for sweet release
even when i sleep, it clicks,
singing for sweet orchids. i
am always somewhere nice. i
click, click, click, last day of the
spring